Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Zhong Ying lifted the gun, and after weighing the weight of the gun, he slowly gathered his five fingers together and swung forward!

The gun is like a swimming dragon, cutting through the long wind and making a piercing scream.

Where the spear pointed, the spirit weapon in the sword pond began to "buzz" and clank.Some spiritual weapons surrendered to the murderous aura of the Mie Que, while others were eager to try, as if they wanted to compete with Mie Que.There are also spiritual weapons that are inherently at odds with the Extermination Spear, and the buzzing sound contains a bit of anger.

Zhong Ying withdrew his spear, praised "Not bad", and jumped onto the sword pond.

Chuchu stood still, and pounced upon the shadows.

Zhong Ying resisted the urge to stab him with a gun, and was hugged by cheap daddy.

Zhong Yue put one arm around Zhong Ying's shoulder, and flicked the extermination gun with the other hand.

"Boom-"

The voice of Jin Ge echoed for a long time.

Zhong Yue had a baby face and was originally small, but now standing beside Zhong Ying, not only did he not look like Zhong Ying's father, but he looked like Zhong Ying's younger brother.

He raised his eyebrows, stared fiercely at the destroyer gun, and murmured: "Why did I throw this thing into the sword pond?"

Then, he raised his head sharply, and said to the bell, "Dear son, don't choose this!"

Zhong Ying: "I use it with ease."

Zhong Yue said solemnly: "It looks so brittle, maybe you can break it with one hand. When you fight with someone in the future, what should you do if the spirit weapon is broken? It won't be a disadvantage?"

"..."

"What? Don't believe me?" Zhong Yue raised his hand to snatch the extinguishing gun from Zhong Ying's hand, "I'll try it for you!"

Zhong Yue's hands were made of flesh and blood, compared to the murderous killing gun, they looked extremely weak.However, when the fingertips were about to touch the extermination gun, the extermination gun let out a frightened whine, as if praying for something.

With Zhong Yue's strength as the number one sword fairy in the world, if he hit hard, he could break this "fragile" spear with two fingers.

However, Zhong Ying's current cultivation base is suitable for this long spear, and he doesn't want to continue to be in trouble for not finding a convenient spiritual weapon.Then he took a step back, avoiding Daddy's hand, and put the spear behind his back.

"You don't need to try." Zhong Ying raised his head and smiled, slyly and proudly, "I have confessed to the Lord with a drop of blood."

Zhong Yue looked suspicious.

Zhong Ying triumphantly raised his hand holding the gun, there was a shallow scratch on the pulp of his thumb, bright red blood overflowed from the wound, dripped on the black gun, and was greedily absorbed by Mie Que.

"..."

Zhong Yue's expression froze instantly.

If Zhong Ying didn't admit his master with a drop of blood, he would destroy it by force, but the done deal, if he destroyed the spear regardless of the wishes of his beloved son, he would hurt Zhong Ying.

"You, you, you..." Zhong Yue jumped up angrily, stuttering, "You didn't even ask me whether I agree or not, and just confessed the Lord?"

Zhong Yue raised his voice: "You have thick skin, don't you?"

Zhong Ying's expression was extremely calm, he put his fingers to his lips, and after licking the wound with the tip of his tongue, he said with a smile: "Didn't you let me go into the sword pool to choose the spirit weapon?"

"..." Zhong Yue was a little crazy, and for the first time wanted to arrest his beloved son and beat him up!

"The spiritual weapon has been selected, I should go." Zhong Ying waved his hand, picked up the extermination gun and ran away, his tall and slender figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

Zhong Yue withdrew his hand, and pointed his index finger on the cobblestone beside him, and the boulder instantly turned into powder.

The originally humming spiritual weapon seemed to be frightened, and all of them restrained their spiritual energy, and they were as quiet as death.

The angry look on Zhong Yue's face gradually dissipated, like clouds blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

His eyes closed slightly, and then opened again, Zhong Yue's voice was low: "Why did you choose the Extermination Spear? I chose a long spear from the Demon Realm..."

Zhong Ying is better at using guns, this is a talent engraved in the bone marrow and soul.Although Zhong Yue hoped that Zhong Ying would learn swords and be more like him, he was ready for Zhong Ying to use a spiritual spear as a weapon.

But Zhong Ying chose to die...

Zhong Yue remembered the origin of this spear, it was the trophy of the Demon Emperor Zhuyan!

At that time, Zhuyan was not yet the Demon Emperor, his cultivation had not yet reached a high level, and he had not trampled the entire Demon World under his feet.A group of demons chased and killed Zhu Yan, and chased them from the demon world to the human world, and were finally killed by Zhu Yan.

Zhuyan made all the preparations, none of the demons who chased and killed him escaped, and the leader of the demons was stabbed a few holes by Zhuyan, his eyes were open, and he could not rest in peace.

Zhuyan suffered some injuries, and covered the wound on his abdomen with his fingers indifferently, then stepped on the corpse, his brows were indifferent and unruly: "This lowly thing actually uses a gun like me?"

Raising his hand, the spear flew into his palm.

Zhuyan wanted to destroy the exterminator directly, but in the end he kept his hand for some reason.

He casually threw Mie Que to Zhong Yue, and said, "Little crying bag, this is my spoil, you keep it for me."

Zhong Yue held the barrel of the gun with both hands, looked at Zhuyan angrily, and always wanted to argue: "I'm not a crying bag!"

He didn't know what to do with the extermination gun, so he stuffed it directly into the storage bag for sundries...

Later, when he couldn't find it, Zhong Yue left him alone.

Who knew that the extermination gun actually entered the sword pool?

After much deliberation, Zhong Yue thought that when he threw the spirit weapon, he accidentally threw Mie Que in, and Zhong Ying happened to pick it up.

Is this fate?

Is there a relationship between the son of the Demon Emperor and the Demon Realm?

The darling son looks like Zhu Yan in every way, looks alike, and has a similar talent, Zhong Yue is at most a little tasteful.The clock should belong to him, so it is impossible for Zhuyan to get up from the ground and snatch his son from him.

However, if Zhong Ying's final destination is the Demon Realm, then he really raised his son for nothing.

Moreover, when Zhuyan and Haizhu entrusted the child to him, they probably hoped that the child would stay in the cultivation world, right?

Zhong Yue supported his forehead, feeling a dull pain between his brows, his voice was very low, and it disappeared as soon as the wind blew.

"Obviously he is my adopted son, why can't he be a little bit like me..."

Was it wrong for him to leave his young child in Fufeng City and insist on saving Haizhu Zhuyan?

After Zhong Ying left Jiandao, he was in a good mood and went straight back to his own residence—No.

Four years is enough for a child to grow into a teenager, and it is also enough for Zhong Ying and the others to renovate the yard to make their living more comfortable.

The old waterside gazebo by the lake has been repainted, and some damaged curtains have been replaced with brand new bead or bamboo curtains.There is a small mud red stove in the water pavilion, which is convenient for Zhong Ying and Pangdun to sit in the water pavilion to cook wine and tea, watch the snow and enjoy the lake on a snowy day.

In the lake, the blue lotus reaches the sky, and the lotus is scorching.

The spiritual fields at the gate of the courtyard are all planted with stephenia vines, probably because of the ray. Zhong Ying has never managed the spiritual fields, but the luxuriant vines have produced plump fruits.

Every once in a while, Zhong Ying would collect a thousand golden vines and go to the mission hall to exchange for merit points.

As for No. [-] Courtyard C, most of it is covered by wisterias, and the lake breeze blows, lavender flowers and small light blue leaves swaying together.

The courtyard is covered by formations, and without the owner's permission, it is impossible to enter.

But Zhong Ying is one of the owners of the courtyard, so naturally this formation will not stop him.With one step, he directly penetrated the formation and stepped into the courtyard.

You don't want to run around when you take a rest today, but stay at home and do your own things to pass the time.As soon as Zhong Ying came in, he noticed his breath.

Zhong Ying took the clothes hanging on the rack to dry, put them in a storage bag, picked a bunch of wisterias and threw them into the ash jar.

Before the wisteria fell down, two manta rays, one green and one red, jumped out of the fish tank, bit the petals of the wisteria in the air, and tore them as they whirled around. Ripples in circles.

Zhong Ying glanced at the cheerful and fruity ray, and then at the seductive wisteria flower stand, and had to admit that Mr. Lianzhong was very good at planting flowers and raising fish.

After Wen Yuyu had almost eaten, Zhong Ying turned his head and looked at the window lattice.

The carved wooden windows were opened to both sides, and the warm wind and soft light fell into the room, covering the young man sitting behind the desk.

The young man was wearing a wide white dress with gold trim, his long hair like splashed ink was half fastened with a white jade button, and the other half was loose on his shoulders, winding on the snow-white material.

He was holding an ink pen in his hand, and white rice paper was spread out on the desk, pressed down by ebony wood paper.The tip of the pen brushes across the rice paper, and the ink smudges on the paper, outlining clusters of wisteria flowers coherently and smoothly.

In just a few breaths, the wisteria blossoms emerge from the paper, as if endowed with vitality, fresh and beautiful.

After Zhong Ying took a few glances, he waved his hand, his sleeves puffed up, and a black spear appeared in his hand.

With a sweep of the spear, the wind roared, and pieces of lavender petals fell.

While Jun Buyi was painting leisurely, Zhong Ying felt bored, so he played with the newly acquired magic weapon in the yard.

His marksmanship has already reached the pinnacle level, even if he does it casually, he can be as fierce as a giant beast, as fast as a thunderbolt, and as cold as a blade.

"Unexpectedly!" Zhong Ying lazily called out.

The boy who was drawing with a pen didn't look up, but responded softly: "Yes."

The next moment, Zhong Ying's expression changed, and his cold eyes fell on the tip of the spear.

The few spear moves just now had been fully charged, Zhong Ying picked up the extinguishing spear and stabbed straight at Jun Buyi.

This spear pierces through the clouds and moves forward indomitably. It is enough to imagine the terrifying lethality in it, and it can easily penetrate people.

The wooden window was swept away by the strong wind from the spear, and it slapped against the wall with a "bang", and the sharp tip of the spear pierced Jun Buyi's eyebrows with the fragrance of flowers.

Jun Buyi's long hair and robe were blown by the wind, but he still painted leisurely, as if he didn't notice Zhong Ying's murderous intent at all.

The wisteria flower frame has been painted, and I should have finished the painting, but Jun accidentally lowered his eyes and added a few more strokes.

The tip of the spear stopped at an inch between Jun Buyi's eyebrows, but the lavender petals that were blown up by the wind "stick" to Lian Zhongjun's eyebrows, and because there was no support from the wind, they fell lightly.

But the person who did all this did not allow the petals to fall, and the spear trembled slightly, and that tender petal fell on the sharpest, most murderous, and bloodiest tip of the killing gun.

Zhong Ying supported the window frame with one hand, and held the gun in the other hand. He tilted his head and said with a smile, "How about my new spiritual weapon? Is it suitable for me?"

Unexpectedly, you added the last touch.

Under the wisteria flower stand painted on white rice paper, there is a young man dancing with a gun. The young man looks flamboyant, and the sharp point of the gun seems to come from torn paper.

The charm of Zhong Ying's "one stab" was fixed on the painting by him.

Jun Buyi raised his head, and Zhong Ying's vigorous figure was reflected in his eyes, which seemed to be painted in green and ink.

Zhong Ying picked up the petal on the tip of the gun and put it in his mouth casually. After chewing it twice, he said with a look of disgust, "It's so unpalatable."